
Name: Brother-in-Law Jace, aka Darryl, aka Dazza
Gender: Tinnies
Character Brief:
Jace Jace's brother-in-law, married to Sister Jace. Loves tinnies. Investment banker.

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Name: Dark Jace
Age: Negative Twenty-Three
Character Bio: When Jace looks in the mirror, he sees this guy. Sometimes this guy even steps out of the mirror. He looks just like Jace, except he's gaunt with scarlet eyes. Just like regular humans are made mostly out of water, Dark Jace is mostly made out of Jace's tears. For that reason, he can both literally and figuratively be described as pretty generally salty when compared with the real thing.

Name: Cookie
Age: 7 years old
Gender: Female Dog (Male Human Reincarnation)
Bio:
To any onlooker, Cookie is just a happy dog. However, this couldn't be further from the truth. Cookie is actually the reincarnation of Francis Galton, a 19th Century eugenicist famous for pioneering the field. Cookie has also been further red-pilled after reading Jace's assigned readings for his philosophy class and will go on long rants about how the inferior genes need to be bred out of existence. Johannes's relationship with Jace's entire family is met with disdain from cookie, who yells at Johannes for propagating what she perceives as inferior slavic genes in the population pool. However, being a dog, no one can really understand her, and her rants generally are just seen as happy barking. The rants are only met with intense petting and "good boys", which further infuriates Cookie.
Since Cookie still does have the brain of a dog, for now they are content with being pet and praised for simply doing "dog things". Cookie only hopes that one day Jace's family and Johannes will see the error of their ways.
Uncle Jerry downed a tumbler of five dollar scotch. He would tell the family that the cheap stuff wasn't any different than the top shelf booze, but he knew it was. It was all he could afford. He would work ten hours a day and come home to his wife, who never spoke to him, and cooked his own TV dinner. It was in the soft glow of the microwave, dressed in his boxer shorts, that he secretly wished that he would die then and there. He longed for it. Then the microwave dinged and he got his chicken pot pie and carefully removed the film. If he'd showed that kind of care and tenderness with his wife, maybe she wouldn't be in her bedroom -- they hadn't slept in the same room in five years -- talking to a man on the internet with the username DonkeyD!ckMan69. Maybe he deserved to be cucked, the thought as he ate the lukewarm turkey and gravy with his hands. Maybe he deserved this hell he had made?
"Look," he bellowed to the rest of the family. "All I'm saying is why can't we have a White History Month?!"